The acclaimed songwriter’s “Wasteland Bait & Tackle” blog goes South. In which our protagonist learns which rules work and which ones don’t – “gringo nervous,” indeed.
By James McMurtry
It’s different down there.
A friend of mine got married in Yucatan yesterday. I had a weekend off and my girlfriend, Kellie, and I needed to get out of our regular lives for a minute or two, so we caught the nonstop Airtran from Austin to Cancun, Quintana Roo, and drove to Merida, Yucatan. Continue reading
Our “Sonic Reducer” blogger tucks into a meal with The King.
By Carl Hanni
Like some previous postings here at for my BLURT blog “Sonic Reducer,” this one is considerably after the fact; this mighty book about the early life of Elvis Presley was first published in 1998, so it’s got 18 years of hair on it, but don’t let that take any of the shine off; it’s still as fresh and impossible to put down as the day it was published. Continue reading
Good on him. And yeah, that new Nine Inch Nails, in stores now, is terrific.
By Fred Mills
Two decades ago the Flaming Lips took a bunch of stick from indier-than-thou purists who wanted to take them to task for being on a major label—nevermind the subtleties and complexities of working with labels, both major, minor and nano, which meant that one had to choose what was the right strategy at any given point in time for one’s career and NOT someone else’s perception of your career. Continue reading
A call for the musical equivalent of Occupy Wall Street.
By Fred Mills, Blurt Editor
I’m just enough of an old fart – actually, the charitable term would be “old school,” so let’s go with that – to remember buying tickets to see Led Zeppelin at the Charlotte Coliseum in 1971 and they cost $8.00 apiece. If memory serves, I got them at a head shop (what you’d nowadays call a smoke shop) called Infinity’s End, and most likely I bought a trippy black light poster too. My mom drove me to the shop. In another year I’d have my license and be driving to the shop myself to buy rolling papers, but that’s another story. Continue reading
JBM checking in with his latest column on all things punk, “I Don’t Wanna Grow Up.”
I DON’T WANNA GROW UP / JOHN B. MOORE
By John B. Moore
After an eight year hiatus, last year the Florida punks Hot Water Music came roaring back with one of the best albums of their career (and that’s saying a lot for a band that put out some phenomenal songs over the past couple of decades). They packed up the van in their ongoing effort to bring the punk rock gospel to the masses. Continue reading